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let's see. from around noon yesterday to five yesterday, kat and i stood outside the woodruff arts center with a bunch of nerds waiting for tori to grace us with her meet&greet presence. kat and i both have half-burns on the left side of our bodies. we are awesome.
we had a little issue with number nazis trying to push us around. i don't like people who think they're entitled to tori somehow. meet&greets are all about patience, speed, and luck. if you have those things, you might get to talk to tori. it has nothing to do with a number on your hand in green marker. seriously.
note the number one.
hello, cunty mccuntbag. she was number two. they both wielded the green marker equally.
HA! she blinked for her picture with tori. karma, karma, karma!
now, for the actual meet&greet. i ended up getting more than i bargained for. i requested siren for kat and tori asked me if this was going to be my only show and i was like, "yes, i swear! i wouldn't lie to you," so i guess she recognized me? i don't know, but there is that. i also got the following: an autograph on the shot that i took in orlando in 2001, a picture with tori, and several shots of her. see below:
i look like pootie, but at least there's no double chin this time. AND i don't look photoshopped in!
and also: HOLY CRAP!
after the m&g, kat and i ate at houlihan's and it was amazing and i miss living in a city with GOOD food.
matt nathanson opened and he was amazing. i met him after the show to have him sign a copy of my cd and when i introduced myself, he said, "D-E-S-I-R-E-E," and i spelled it for him. he said, "fuck that!" i said, "why don't you just make it out to des and kat?" so it says, "des and kat are rad!" and then there's a scribble.
onto tori. this was the most amazing show. it was like i sat down with tori and wrote the setlist with her. she played nearly all of my favorites. let's go through them one by one. kinda.
setlist:
original sinsuality
blood roses
improv -- something about willie or being willing to dress up like pie and something about something that you pour on ice
past the mission
sleeps with butterflies -- this is where i started crying. i never actually stopped.
cooling -- one favorite song down.
the power of orange knickers
doughnut song -- holy fucking shit. i was listening to pele before the show going, "god, i'd love it if she played this song"
--piano bar--
rocket man (elton john) -- i requested tiny dancer, so she was close.
killing me softly (roberta flack)
--no more piano bar--
carbon -- motherfucker! everytime i saw tori last tour, i was like please play carbon, please play carbon. instead, she saved it for the best show on earth.
jamaica inn
landslide (fleetwood mac) -- this is where the chick sitting at the end of my row started SCREAMING. tori literally stopped and said, "the fucking motley crue show is across the street" or something similar and the girl laughed and kept screaming. she pissed EVERYONE off, even tori. good going. eventually, she got up to pee, fell a few times going up the stairs (and people clapped), and never came back. i saw her boyfriend waiting outside the women's bathroom after the show looking dumbfounded. it was fabulous.
i don't like mondays (the boomtown rats) -- i never would have guessed. this was amazing.
the beekeeper
--encore one--
tear in your hand -- now everyone knows i screamed my fucking head off when she started playing this. and i also bawled. a lot. even kat cried. it was all very, "oh my god, she's playing my favorite song in the entire world" sappyhappy.
josephine -- jesus christ tori. wow.
--end encore one-
--encore two--
merman -- i can't tell you how sad this was.
twinkle -- eeee!
--end encore two--
so there is that. brief-ish. one of the best memories i've got. the show was so sad overall and i think it's because there was this guy at the meet&greet who knew her brother or someone else who knew her brother. tori mentioned something about how such and such a guy wasn't taking it so well and then there were about a million death-type songs and she did the line in the beekeeper about sending a message to michael. ohh. wondrousness.
let's see. from around noon yesterday to five yesterday, kat and i stood outside the woodruff arts center with a bunch of nerds waiting for tori to grace us with her meet&greet presence. kat and i both have half-burns on the left side of our bodies. we are awesome.
we had a little issue with number nazis trying to push us around. i don't like people who think they're entitled to tori somehow. meet&greets are all about patience, speed, and luck. if you have those things, you might get to talk to tori. it has nothing to do with a number on your hand in green marker. seriously.
note the number one.
hello, cunty mccuntbag. she was number two. they both wielded the green marker equally.
HA! she blinked for her picture with tori. karma, karma, karma!
now, for the actual meet&greet. i ended up getting more than i bargained for. i requested siren for kat and tori asked me if this was going to be my only show and i was like, "yes, i swear! i wouldn't lie to you," so i guess she recognized me? i don't know, but there is that. i also got the following: an autograph on the shot that i took in orlando in 2001, a picture with tori, and several shots of her. see below:
i look like pootie, but at least there's no double chin this time. AND i don't look photoshopped in!
and also: HOLY CRAP!
after the m&g, kat and i ate at houlihan's and it was amazing and i miss living in a city with GOOD food.
matt nathanson opened and he was amazing. i met him after the show to have him sign a copy of my cd and when i introduced myself, he said, "D-E-S-I-R-E-E," and i spelled it for him. he said, "fuck that!" i said, "why don't you just make it out to des and kat?" so it says, "des and kat are rad!" and then there's a scribble.
onto tori. this was the most amazing show. it was like i sat down with tori and wrote the setlist with her. she played nearly all of my favorites. let's go through them one by one. kinda.
setlist:
original sinsuality
blood roses
improv -- something about willie or being willing to dress up like pie and something about something that you pour on ice
past the mission
sleeps with butterflies -- this is where i started crying. i never actually stopped.
cooling -- one favorite song down.
the power of orange knickers
doughnut song -- holy fucking shit. i was listening to pele before the show going, "god, i'd love it if she played this song"
--piano bar--
rocket man (elton john) -- i requested tiny dancer, so she was close.
killing me softly (roberta flack)
--no more piano bar--
carbon -- motherfucker! everytime i saw tori last tour, i was like please play carbon, please play carbon. instead, she saved it for the best show on earth.
jamaica inn
landslide (fleetwood mac) -- this is where the chick sitting at the end of my row started SCREAMING. tori literally stopped and said, "the fucking motley crue show is across the street" or something similar and the girl laughed and kept screaming. she pissed EVERYONE off, even tori. good going. eventually, she got up to pee, fell a few times going up the stairs (and people clapped), and never came back. i saw her boyfriend waiting outside the women's bathroom after the show looking dumbfounded. it was fabulous.
i don't like mondays (the boomtown rats) -- i never would have guessed. this was amazing.
the beekeeper
--encore one--
tear in your hand -- now everyone knows i screamed my fucking head off when she started playing this. and i also bawled. a lot. even kat cried. it was all very, "oh my god, she's playing my favorite song in the entire world" sappyhappy.
josephine -- jesus christ tori. wow.
--end encore one-
--encore two--
merman -- i can't tell you how sad this was.
twinkle -- eeee!
--end encore two--
so there is that. brief-ish. one of the best memories i've got. the show was so sad overall and i think it's because there was this guy at the meet&greet who knew her brother or someone else who knew her brother. tori mentioned something about how such and such a guy wasn't taking it so well and then there were about a million death-type songs and she did the line in the beekeeper about sending a message to michael. ohh. wondrousness.
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I'd like a rosary. Where could I pick up one of those?
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